One little lie led to another, and now you didn't know what to do with this huge ball of tangled threads of your interwoven deception.

Leon's gaze was intense—you knew he was suspicious of something. And if he wanted to know something, it was obvious he'd find out eventually, and you just had to hope it took him longer than he'd like.

It all started about four months ago—the night you both found comfort in each other, but alcohol-fueled passion swept over the two of you. Of course it ended up in bed. You only discovered the consequences a week ago, which meant it was too late to got an abortion.

So you lied to him for as long as you could about why you had been avoiding him so persistently for the last few days. Until he finally cornered you, grabbing your arms so you couldn't escape this time.

"What the hell is going on?" Leon asked, his eyes narrowing slightly at you.